“Yes, Master.”

The male disciple stood up and went to her face, asking Zhang Yifeng if he had any pos machines.

Zhang Yifeng said no, and the man took out his cell phone again, asked Zhang Yifeng's card number, and then transferred the money directly to Zhang Yifeng on the web page.

Zhang Yifeng checked the account and then smiled.

"Boy, give me the beads."

The money was transferred, and Zhang Yifeng was waiting for the beads to hand over.

But Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "Let it be here first. You have the fate to survive and get it from me."

"Boy...you're looking for death."

The male disciple's face turned cold, and Zhang Yifeng actually dared to play tricks on them.

Zhang Yifeng ignored the angry male disciple and said to Jue Yuan: "Master, why don't you take action?"

As soon as the voice fell, Jueyuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if the sleeping arhat suddenly woke up. He chanted the Buddha's seal and his internal strength suddenly burst out!

boom!

With a light sound, all the stone tables and chairs around the circle were lifted away, and a storm formed by internal force appeared around it.

The storm is like a dragon, flying sand and rocks, and its momentum is terrifying.

The storm rolled up sand and dust, forming a huge Buddha slap.

The Buddha's slap fell from the sky and landed in front of Zhang Yifeng.

boom!

With a loud bang, bright red blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

A huge slap mark appeared under Zhang Yifeng's feet, and there was an extra corpse in the mark, which was naturally the male disciple.

His body was ragged and almost slapped into minced meat by Jiyuan.

Quiet, the scene was unprecedentedly quiet. At this moment, all the warriors couldn't help but kneel on the ground, including Mr. Qi!

The round momentum just now felt like an angry battle holy Buddha. The terrifying pressure made all the weak lose their legs.

At that moment, the Awakening was like the Buddha's arrival! Although he was thin and malnutrition, at that moment, he had supreme divine power.

This is the ascetic monk in Nanlin Temple.

The practice of ascetic monks is the most painful of all monks. They often endure hunger and let the wind blow the sun and shine on the rain forest.

For example, lying on a bed covered with nails, walking on the hot charcoal, etc., they use this to exercise patience and cultivate the Buddha's heart.

Ascetic monks do not live in temples, do not wear cassocks, are dressed in rags, and walk around the world with a pair of steps and shoes.

The practice of Jueyuan practice - the Dharma is upright and masculine. You can tell at a glance that it comes from orthodox Buddhist paths and is an orthodox ascetic monk.

"A huge slap appeared just now. Is that true energy?"

"Oh my God, what kind of cultivation is this monk? Master!"

The martial artist was extremely shocked and could not come back to his senses now.

Wu Kuangren can master internal strength skillfully, and internal strength is invisible. Flying leaves kill people, and killing people from afar is easy to turn against their palms. And the master above Wu Kuangren transforms internal strength into true qi and practices the corresponding martial arts skills and techniques, and true qi can show the corresponding body.

In fact, true qi has completely fallen into the category of spiritual energy.

This is what is called the same destination.

"I'll go, trust me so much."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the huge slap marks on the ground and shook his head gently. He was closest to the slap. Just now, the terrifying shock waves flew sand and stones, and the feeling of stones hitting him was not good at all. But Jueyuan seemed to believe that he could resist the shock wave, so he was so unscrupulously attacked.

This monk is indeed not simple.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

After killing the male disciple, Jue Yuan clasped his hands together and muttered. For Buddhism, killing people means going to hell. If he doesn’t go to hell, who will go to hell?

"Bald donkey! You dare to kill my disciple."

On the side, Old Du's face looked extremely unsightly. He felt that his strength was beyond everyone's expectations. He turned his eyes and then took out a small package from his arms and threw it into the air.

The package contained white powder, which dispersed in the wind. The warriors who were stained with white powder fell to the ground at that time. Their bodies were blue and purple, and those with severe symptoms were bubbled and convulsed constantly, and they obviously couldn't live long.

"Not good, toxic! Don't touch the powder and back down."

The others were shocked and quickly retreated.

"Hehe, I'm just thinking about retreating now, it's too late." The voice of the female apprentice Xiaohong came. She was holding a rouge box in her hand. The box was opened and the fragrance drifted out.

The retreating cultivators felt weak in their limbs and all lay on the ground. Zhang Yifeng noticed the mixed poison at the beginning, and the smell of rouge was made of another herb.

"All of you will be buried with my corpse brother, but don't worry, you can't die now, you just lost your strength. The one who should die now is this bald donkey who actually killed my beloved senior brother. The bald donkey, this little poison may not do anything to you, but this is just the beginning."

Xiaohong's expression became extremely cruel. She threw five packs of poison powder at Jueyuan, each pack of different colors.

What's strange is that the five poison powders mixed with each other and formed a grimace.

Five Poison Sects, Evil Ghosts and Poisons!

The five kinds of poisons complement each other. Those who are poisoned will have their whole body ulcerated and will die without a complete corpse.

Jueyuan was wrapped in poison powder and could not even see the shadow.

"What a horrible poison."

"Is the monk dead? He can't die. If he dies, we will be finished."

The warriors were unable to move and could only rely on the hope of Awakening.

"Amitabha."

Just as everyone was worried, a sound of sighing came from the poisonous fog.

Then, another Buddha slap stretched out from the poisonous fog, fell from the sky, and fell on Xiaohong's head.

"Master, save..."

Xiaohong was extremely frightened and quickly called for help, but she didn't even say me, and she was killed on the ground with a slap.

This poisonous lady also died miserably.

Although Jue Yuan is a monk, he is very ruthless and decisive in his actions.

After killing Xiaohong, a tornado formed again around Jueyuan, rolling the poisonous powder mixed around him into the air, spinning the overhead.

Jue Yuan is at least a Wu Kuangren, and it is even very likely that he is a master. Whether it is a Wu Kuangren or a master, his internal strength and true qi can be separated from his body. These poisonous powders and poisonous gases cannot get close to his body.

"Good, good, donor, hand over the antidote."

Jue Yuan looked at Du Lao and spoke in a plain voice.

Old Du stared at Jue Yuan. At this moment, he was sure that Jue Yuan came here because of their master and apprentice. Otherwise, Jue Yuan would not have participated in this level of exchange meeting. The other party sold Buddhist beads, just wanted to lead them out.

The old man's expression changed several times. Facing the powerful Awakening, he was powerless to resist. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone said that monks are compassionate. I will give you antidote. Have you let me go?"
Chapter completed!